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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Zithers Sang No Melody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like an arachnid, I constantly weave a web<br>as I swing across transatlantic roofs and trellises<br>to catch little mildews and a menagerie on the latticework, <br>I knit the metallic sheen of their wings and armors -<br>these little quasars of my sundered oceans<br>and the nebulous framework creates the quintessence<br>of every single thread I veer and embroider from drudgery</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like how a marionette is played by strings, I tethered myself <br>into these lissome rivulets running behind our old hills <br>but when these bridges are toppled from the constitutions<br>all these filament enshrouds my void, flimsy frame<br>like a folder of daggers puncturing the tiny vessels of the blood<br>that shall deluge me from the inside to suffocation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without these manifold stairs of escalation, I remain<br>riveted into a seamless sea - a glacial rock standing amidst<br>the turbulent lashing of the waves, washed by setting suns, <br>all the muses assailed into a furtive sculling away from me<br>Without these laconic multitude, I am small, I am little, <br>a little notch in the fringeless world of shadows<br>zithering myriad of strings that sang for nobody</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I capitulate before these inverted bastion where inside<br>I incarcerated myself, bereaved of the network <br>that extends my breath into your mornings and<br>sent forth my frothing eyes upon your breaking, <br>and like a dragonfly in a drying quagmire<br>my wings hurriedly beat on to reconnoiter <br>the drought of the air as you slowly dissipate from me<br>and I shall not halt, for I have none to lose, <br>until I am finally suspended in my own famished cord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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